Wanna Go

Hey, gua sekarang itu kelas 3 SMP, gua sekolah di SMPN 2 Bogor. SD gua di Polisi 5 Bogor. setelah lulus gua berharap bisa masuk SMAN 1 Bogor, atau SMAN 6 Bogor. tapi bokap mau gua di SMAKBO. nyokap mau gua di SMAN 1 Bogor. gua sendiri maunya di SMAN 6, soalnya bukan sekolah RSBI. kalo sekolah RSBI tugas dan jadwal padet banget -___- tapi kalo di RSBI gua bisa latih kemampuan gua berbahasa inggris. jadi intinya gua bingung mau masuk mana... sekolah minta SMA yg dituju, katanya sih buat di data. terus ada juga sekolah swasta yg mau dituju kalo gak lulus ke negeri. dan gua gak tau SMA swasta yg bagus itu dimana, tapi kata Thania YPHB itu bagus, jadi SMA swasta tujuan gua adalah YPHB, bersama dengan Thania dan Abi hm. terus tujuan universitas gua sih maunya ke Singapore. kenapa? disana masa depan gua bisa terjamin, gurunya bermutu, materi-materinya juga, bahasanya pun bahasa inggris, terus bidang kedokterannya bagus disana. disana koneksi dunia internasionalnya lebih besar. disana juga ada banyak mahasiswa dari berbagai negara, jadi gua bisa belajar negara-negara lain lewat mereka kan? more experience you have, more chance that you'll be succes. bokap juga mendukung banget. tapi nyokap agak takut, soalnya kata nyokap pergaulan disana itu pergaulan bebas. tapi akhirnya nyokap percaya kalo gua bisa jaga diri gua. oke 2 ways to go! semangat buat dapetin yg gua mau! yg baca post ini, mohon doanya ya thanks

Hard To Forget

yang mau gua omongin ini adalah seseorang.

Cinta mengalahkan segalanya

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cinta itu buta

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cinta bisa membuat orang jadi gila

itu semua benar. And i've felt it. Pertama ketemu, pertama liat mikirnya "biasa aja, putih sih, tinggi lagi, tapi dingin dan sinis". sebut aja mister z. Lama kelamaan gua mulai liat sisi dalamnya dia. dia itu lembut, baik, perhatian, peduli, shaleh, ramah, pinter, bijaksana, gak ada yang kurang. semester pertama berjalan tanpa kendala, gak ada yg gua suka dikelas ataupun yg suka sama gua. sekarang udah semester dua. diawal semester 2, gua merasakan rasa suka ke dia. sebelum suka sama dia, gua sempet suka sama seseorang juga, dan gua pacaran sama seseorang itu. sekarang gua lagi suka sama si mister z ini, gua coba buat lupain tapi hasilnya nihil. dia itu bagaikan pertama di laut lepas, susah cari laki-laki seperti dia. pertama gua cuma kagum sama dia karena sifat kepemimpinan, pintar, dan bijaksana yg dia punya. tapi lama kelamaan, dia mulai deket sama gua karena masalahnya. waktu itu dia lagi suka sama cewe, sebut aja dia itu s. si mister z itu suka sama si s tapi dia gak punya pengalaman tentang cinta jadi dia semacam konsultasi ke gua. nah mulai dari situ gua bisa ngenal dia lebih dalam (apacoba haha). gak lama setelah itu, si cewe itu jadian sama orang lain. dan si mister z itu sakit hati banget. waktu itu hari minggu, kita berdua mau ada "acara" jam 3. si mister z jemput gua di suatu tempat, abis itu langsung cabut ke tempat yg dituju. pas udah sampe, dia bilang "cha, si s jadian". abis itu gua kaget dan bilang "hah?! demi apa ya?! sama siapa" dan gua tau kalo itu lebay -___- abis itu gua gak nanya apa-apa lagi karena liat sikon si mister z. kita teriak-teriak dan have fun ditempat itu. nah mulai dari situ gua suka sama dia. setelah hari itu, pas hari jumat sore dia, temen gua, dan temen dia main kerumah gua. pas dirumah gua, si temen gua itu laper dan gua bilang "ke a*ri park aja yuk", abis itu kita berangkat, gua naik motor sama si mister z, dan temen gua sama temennya dia yg kebetulan itu pacaran. di a*ri park gua sama temen gua (cewe) pesen makanan. abis itu balik lagi ketempat duduk. pas ditempat duduk, temen gua bisik-bisik sama temennya dia. abis bisik-bisik si temen gua ketik "dia suka sama lu, dia pgn ngedeketin lu tapi gatau kapan dan gatau caranya" di hp gua. dan gua langsung terbang. besoknya gua sendirian dirumah, gua smsan sama temen gua itu dan bilang gua kesepian -___- dan temen gua bilang sesuatu yg aneh sampe gua penasaran dan dia bilang "liat aja nanti" gua mulai ada firasat gak enak. DAN BENER!!! gak lama setelah itu, si mister z dateng kerumah gua dengan motor birunya itu -_____- dan gua ternganga-nganga! gua gak nyangka dia mau dateng kerumah gua! pertama bilang "ngapain lu kesini?" dia jawab "katanya mau ke botani?" padahal gua cuma sms 'kira-kira bakal ke botani gak?' dan gua sms itu ke temen gua juga. terus gua suruh dia masuk, dan gua masuk kerumah buat ganti baju. tapi gua kaya orang kebingungan, bolak-balik depan-belakang rumah gak karuan. terus gua ke depan rumah, dia lagi nangkring di motornya. terus gua suruh duduk (itu gua belum ganti baju). gua tawarin minum dianya gak mau. yaudah gua masuk rumah lagi, ninggalin dia diluar sendirian haha. gak lama abis itu gua keluar rumah dan bilang "tunggu nyokap dulu ya? duitnya di nyokap" kata dia "yaudah". abis itu gua temenin dia di depan rumah. kita diem-dieman kaya orang gak kenal dan........................BOOOOM!!! tante dan om gua dateng! keringet dingin banget deh -_____- tapi ternyata tumben gak diburu sejuta pertanyaan, contoh "siapa tuh?" "pacar kamu ya?" "kenal dimana?" "mau kemana sama dia?" -______- tapi abis itu nyokap langsung dateng, pas nyokap dateng, dia lagi shalat dzuhur di mesjid deket rumah. abis itu kita langsung cabut ke botani, BERDUA! hm gak disangka sama gua. dibotani ketemu temen gua dan langsung "PJ ya" (muka sangar) -______________- padahal kita itu gak jadian. setelah ketemu sama barang yg mau dibeli, kita bayar. dikasir si 'mba kasir' nya ngomong "kurang 400 de" dan dia malu banget wkwkwkwk. abis itu kita naik elevator, diatas kita ketemu sama 2 temen kita (beda sama yg hari jumat) yg juga pacaran. yaudah kita bareng aja. dari situ kita ke taman ***. disana kita ngobrol-ngobrol. jam 3 kurang, kita pulang. pisah, mereka naik angkot, kita naik motor haha. dan dari situ gua terbang............... oke...........CHA TURUN CHA!!! NTAR LU JATOH LAGI!!! KALO JATOH SAKIT BANGET LOH!!!!!!!! dan bener aja, 2 hari setelah itu gua langsung jatoh karena tau kalo dia itu setengah-setengah suka sama gua nya dan rasanya sakit banget. harapan kosong, itu yg dia kasih ke gua. sekarang dia udah tau kalo gua suka sama dia, gatau darimana. dan sekarang ini gua sedang mencoba melupakannya, tapi rasanya susah banget lupain dia. hm berusaha terus...

IF THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAY

gua percaya Allah sedang merencanakan sesuatu. dan gua yakin pasti ada yg lebih baik dari dia yg bakal tulus suka sama gua. tapi jujur sampe sekarang gua masih belum bisa lupa sama dia, dan rasa suka gua pun masih sama. kalo orangnya sekarang baca ini, ini yang gua rasain dan gua harap lu biasa aja sama gua setelah lu baca ini, gua bakal lupain lu kok kalo emang lu terganggu sama ini semua. everything's possible, nothing impossible. Keep your smile girl :)

My Blog

First of all, gua cuma mau bilang kalo gua itu gak ahli kalo soal blog. ini blog pertama gua, dan gua gak tau harus isi blog ini dengan apa. Karena Guru TIK gua yang super duper sabar kasih tugas buat blog, so i did it, i made my own blog. I'm just an amatir, so my blog isn't really interesting haha.
Setelah gua bikin blog ini, gua gak tau harus diapain, bahkan make a new post aja bingungnya setengah mati -___- lebay sih tapi itu emang bener. Temen gua yang gua buatin blog malahan udah duluan ngisi blognya, dan gua minta tolong isiin tapi dia gak mau, katanya 'gua aja isi blog gua selama 3 jam' dan pas dia ngomong gitu, gua kaget. Gua kira buat isi blog itu cuma memakan waktu selama 15 menitan tetapi kenyataannya.................real sucks -______- ooops haha. Kayanya segini aja deh buat post setelah post-post gak jelas yang gua bikin hehe. Enjoy my blog............even it's not enjoyable haha. Kepp the spirit (?) bye !

Piano Sheet of "Kiss The Rain" by Yiruma

The Little Match Girl

It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.

Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savoury smell of roast goose, for it was New-year's eve—yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out—“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.

She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.

She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and coloured pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.

The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls,
a soul was going up to God.

She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day.